Gentlemen it is my duty,
To inform you of one beauty,
Though I’d ask of you a favor,
No’ to seek her for a while.
Though I own she is a creature,
Of character and feature,
No words can paint the picture,
Of the Queen of all Argyll.
And if you could’ve seen her there,
Boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon,
For not one could match the beauty,
Of the Queen of all Argyll.
On the evening that I mention,
I passed with light intention,
Through part of our dear country,
Known for beauty and for style.
Being a place of noble thinkers,
Of scholars and great drinkers,
But above them all for splendor,
Shone the Queen of all Argyll.
And if you could’ve seen her there,
Boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon,
For not one could match the beauty,
Of the Queen of all Argyll.
So my lads I needs must leave you,
My intention’s no’ to grieve you,
Nor ?deed would I deceive you,
I’ll see you in a while.
I must find some way to gain her,
To court her and to tame her,
I fear my heart’s in danger,
From the Queen of all Argyll.
And if you could’ve seen her there,
Boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon,
For not one could match the beauty,
Of the Queen of all Argyll.
And if you could’ve seen her there,
Boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon,
For not one could match the beauty,
Of the Queen of all Argyll.
